yet another pop song/poem

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.


sugarcult - memory

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

and then theres this guy

okay, theres this guy that came in and was all like "end of the day mode", he had thetop button unbuttoned, the tie loosened, shirt half un-tucked, the works.

and he swaggers up and says the lamest thing a person could say.

latte me...

what the hell is that?

latte me.

and yes, as he said that, he did throw the horns.

douche.

(and ive tried making these comics web friendly, however there are limits to the size allowed by blogger and unless i want to move it to a web comic server, which i dont really want to yet, it will have to stay the way it is for the time being, i hope that its cool with everyone.)

one of the perks of my job.

one of the perks of my job.

the other day i got a rare treat.

this woman came in with a screaming, snot dripping, whiny child in tow.

the treat?

at one point, years and years, pounds and pounds, and before that cute freckle turned into a nasty, hairy mole, i had dated her.

and she had cheated on me, and eventually left.

and i realized in that moment that i had dodged a massive bullet.

the only downside was that i had to take her order.